This is for everyone who ever gave a hand when they were needed.

I like to play 'hard to get' with people who arn't all that interested in me.

This is for when you get blocked out...

This was the last piece recorded for the album, I wrote it over 10 years ago after the death of my Grandmother. The events of February 22 in my homw town of Christchurch, New Zealand, the earthquake that broke our city, put me in a similary sombre…

Still looking for Miss Right...

I had a go at channeling Ray Charles for this one, I just forgot to channel his talent.

This was originally a much longer gospel style song about meeting the devil at the crossroads and selling him my car, I got discouraged when I put down the scratch vocals and realised that no ammount of overdubs could possibly make me sound like…

A major thing, This began as I sat down to lunch and did some musing about my old wind-up gramophone, as food poisoning set in I spent the rest of the day lying in bed thinking of lyrics, getting up to type them in, throwing up, and going back…

bonus from yesterday

Enervate what's in your head No time to talk? A leak instead And yet you wait and yet you wait A break a drain a mottled stain You're Clouding over ambered pain Standing still you're standing still You're never tempted so you've never…

You are beautifully taken when you have the upper hand when you're in high demand A Lady in Waiting but steady when cloying, precious toying precocious with hunger “Beware” but nobody hears Your wilting complaint "aren't you petty but…

You’re painting a dead end Capturing traces Of throwaway faces You memorize lines You smother your fire To better appeal to the maddening crowd I'm aware Setting you dead to rights when it's easy to blame you for finishing fine When…

There's still a way you rise at dawn Before I feel I don’t belong Before we lock into the worries of the day Yet every morning brings romance A short reprieve a second chance With every heartache comes the hope that I am wrong And…

Falsely You call me Desperately At least when it's my turn quickly You agree You're killing off the ways that you could be Someone who's willing to live Or willing to learn Falsely You call me Desperately At least when it's my turn…

Linda spins without a care Idle thoughts twirling in the air Never quite a mystery Never choosing what she wants to save She escapes substantial loss By adding interest to her cause A little death a shallow say Never paying for her shallow…

I’ve seen the trimmings you destroy The kindness that you avoid Our subtle ways our sad affairs Our vagrant airs dissolve to noise What do you contemplate you're standing still Your posture motivates the scene You still don’t understand…

A cover of Justin Currie's Sleep Instead of Teardrops. Recorded 2010. It has always been one of my favourite Del Amitri songs. I was strumming away at it one day and my missus said I should record it...

something (for ImprovFriday 2/24-26/11)

Recorded Oct 2010. It was meant to be a full band pop-rock song. But I started overdubbing on the original exploratory demo I'd done to work out the arrangement (with no click track). I kept coming back to it intending to start afresh... but…

AK wrote this after seeing a photogragh of an American Marine giving cookies to Iraqi Children Done live

This is a live cover of a Ralph Mctell song , telling the story of a coach tour to the seaside town Brighton just before World War 1 , thinking the war would be over in weeks

Reg has got a little soppy since he met his new girl, the widow Desirea. His pretty sure she's the one but the old fears keep rising. He knows he has to put the past behind him if any relationship is ever going to stand a chance of working…

a season in hell by rimbaud,samped and signal-processed,se to music by wordless poem,composed on the roland MC 505 groovebox.

the clock on the wall is watching the window the shades are at half mast for what i do there are regrets just over that horizon but i know i know i can count on you i think of a time when i was unwilling the dark days i counted with a mark on…

A John Frusciante cover.

A John Frusciante Cover.

A John Frusciante cover.

Jonathan takes a look at the gifts of tongues and prophecy in the local church

A John Frusciante cover.

A John Frusciante cover.

A John Frusciante cover. .

A John Frusciante cover.

A John Frusciante cover

A John Frusciante cover.

Lyrics/Vocals - OldRottenHead (over at Soundcrafters.org). Music - Dave Berry. Recorded on Boss BR-1200, Epi Sheraton, Bass, Synth. Drums are played by me on my new Roland HD-1 (I have had it two weeks, timing is a little shaky, bloody hard this…